Imp to Demon King: A Journey of Conquest Chapter 463: The Last Dawn 3

But it was the statues that made the Egyptian gods step back in recognition and fear.

Atop the walls stood four colossal figures, each one larger than Ra’s pyramid, larger than mountains, larger than the dreams of mortal n. Though they were headless, weathered by ti’s cruel passage, and several missed limbs to the ages, they were unmistakable representations of the man who had summoned them—Ozymandias himself, carved from stone that had witnessed the birth of his empire.

The pharaoh crossed his arms atop the central wall, his stance casual despite standing amidst gods and demons alike. His eyes locked with Ra’s burning gaze, and for a mont that stretched like eternity, the sun itself seed to dim before the presence of the King of Kings.

Then Ozymandias stretched his arms wide, his voice carrying across the desert with the authority of one who had made even death kneel before his throne:

"Today, a new sun god takes your place!"

The battlefield trembled as Monunt Four crashed to earth before the ancient walls, its colossal form sending shock waves through the desert. Dust cascaded from its weathered stone as ancient chanisms, fueled by the blood spilt on the sand, groaned to life.

"Protect these weaklings, Monunt Four," Ozymandias commanded, his voice carrying the casual authority of one who had never been disobeyed.

The headless titan’s remaining arm flexed, stone joints cracking as they moved for the first ti in millennia. In its massive right hand, a curved Khopesh materialised—not carved from stone, but forged from crystallised sunlight, its golden edge gleaming with lethal beauty under the blazing desert sun. Its left arm clutched an ankh shield that bore the weight of eternity itself, each curve representing the empire’s immortality as long as its guardians drew breath.

Ra’s falcon eyes widened in recognition and growing alarm. "Those symbols... You dare rebel against once more?"

But Ozymandias paid the sun god no heed. His attention was already turning to the sky, where Horus circled like a predator seeking weakness. "Protect the city from their projectiles, Monunt Three!"

The third colossal statue rumbled to life with the sound of avalanches, its massive fra leaping onto the walls with surprising grace despite its mountainous size. Where Monunt Four was a warrior, this one bore the regalia of a high priest—or perhaps a god-king who served as both.

Mana began to twirl around the spinning ankh clutched in its remaining hand, the ancient symbol’s brilliance growing until it rivaled the sun itself. The very air humd with power as arcane energies that had slumbered for eons awakened at their master’s call.

"Defense at full power!" Ozymandias roared, his voice carrying across the battlefield like thunder.

Monunt Three’s staff—carved with hieroglyphs that hurt to look at directly—ignited with such intensity that even the Egyptian gods shielded their eyes. The weapon humd with frequencies that resonated in the bones of gods and mortals alike as a mana barrier began to spread outward.

The barrier expanded in a perfect do, its surface shimring with opalescent light. Like a tide of crystallised starlight, it encased the ancient city in a protective embrace that made Ra’s own solar radiance seem dim by comparison.

Isis raised her hand, weaving spells of unmaking that should have shattered any mortal defense. Her magic struck the barrier and simply... stopped. Not reflected, not absorbed—ceased to exist, as if the very concept of her power had been politely declined by forces beyond divine comprehension.

"Impossible," she whispered, her perfect features marred by the first crack of uncertainty. "That barrier... It’s not just blocking our attacks. It’s rewriting them out of reality."

Thoth’s ibis head tilted as his infinite wisdom struggled to comprehend what he was witnessing. "Those defensive matrices... they’re built on mathematical principles that shouldn’t exist. How can a structure defend against attacks by simply denying their possibility?"

But Monunt Three was already stepping aside as its brother awakened.

The second statue rumbled to life with the sound of shifting continents, sand cascading from its form as ancient chanisms restored what ti had claid. Unlike the other monunts, missing limbs were not a weakness—they were an opportunity for transformation.

Sand coalesced around its shoulders, flowing like liquid gold as it restored not arms, but sothing far more magnificent. The granules compressed and hardened, extending into broad falcon wings that dwarfed even Horus’s divine pinions. Each feather was carved with such lifelike precision that they seed ready to ruffle in the desert wind, their edges sharp enough to cut through reality itself.

Without wasting a mont, Monunt Two leapt into the sky with a force that cracked the ancient stones beneath its feet. The sun’s rays struck a golden gem embedded in its back, and like a vessel designed to drink starlight, it began to brighten. Blinding veins of solar energy pulsed along the wings, creating patterns that hurt mortal eyes to witness.

Like a headless angel cast in divine stone, the statue spread its wings and flapped once. The shockwave that followed flattened dunes in every direction, the sound barrier shattering like glass as Monunt Two blurred forward with phenonal speed.

Horus, god of the sky and master of aerial combat, found himself face to face with sothing that moved faster than thought itself. He shifted desperately to the left, his divine reflexes barely saving him as talons carved from teorite stone cleaved the air where he had been monts before.

"What manner of construct—" he began, only to be cut off as Monunt Two’s gem ignited and solar fire erupted forth. Not Ra’s disciplined flas, but sothing wilder, hungrier—the fire of stars being born in the void between worlds.

The beam shot across the sky, missing Horus by inches and continuing into the stratosphere where it painted aurora across the heavens. The sky god’s eyes widened as he realised the terrifying truth: this headless statue flew better than he did.

On the ground, the battle had reached a montary stalemate. The Egyptian gods pressed against Monunt Four’s guard, their attacks eting the curved Khopesh in showers of sparks that fell like shooting stars. But the construct never tired, never wavered, its movents carrying the precision of a master swordsman combined with the inexorable patience of carved stone.

Monunt Three’s barrier held against everything the pantheon could unleash—Ra’s solar fury, Isis’s reality-warping magic, even Osiris’s command over death itself. The do shimred with each impact, absorbing divine power and sohow becoming stronger, as if feeding on the very forces trying to destroy it.

Above, Monunt Two danced through the sky with Horus, their aerial ballet painting trails of fire and feathers across the heavens. For every dive the god attempted, the construct was there to et him. For every aerial manoeuver Horus perford, Monunt Two countered with sothing impossible, sothing that defied every law of flight the sky god had helped write.

Luna crouched behind a broken pillar, her erald eyes wide with a mixture of awe and terror as she watched the battle unfold. Her demonic flas, which had seed so mighty monts before, now felt like candle flickers compared to the forces being unleashed.

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AN: Ozymandias’ true strength revealed... or is it just the beginning?